Rhinoplasty
I know all the other proportionally dimensioned blogs out there used to snicker behind our backs and call us names, like "Long Grey Proboscis". Well you can all knock it off now, because after tweaking the #container div some, LGP is now decidedly less snouty in Firefox...
I dunno about safari tho. And still gotta work on the container height issues...
The New Hotness
Shaun-0 finally joins flickr. Many vogue photos of yours truly ensue. I am sooooo badasssss.
I Always Have Time 4 Irony
Been meaning to post this for a while now. Itz a pic of clock from my client site. What doesn't translate for you in a still shot, however, is that the clock is actually stuck at that time, with the second hand interminably ticking back and forth between 54 and 55 seconds.
You Weren't Colonized Properly
IM from other boss:
BossMan 2: enjoy turkey day... or "we had a hard winter and met new people day", as our British client calls it.
Pwylla: lol
Pwylla: you too
Downrite Oracular
Sometimes the universe sends me coded messages... Not only like that time i did all the nitrous and had a vision of giant chickens cackling "life is a joke, and yours is the punchline" on the living room ceiling... But often in more subtle ways, such as a recurring theme or concept that unfolds over a period of time - seemingly inconsequential elements to any outsider - but portentious cypher for those of us at whom it's broadcast.
For instance, there was a several month period of my life during which i had a recurring encounters with clogged drains (not just my own, in my own house - but hotel/public sinks and the like, and in a couple different cities and states). Enough to be statistically anomolous, anyway... So, yeah, i never really figured out what the universe was trying to tell me with the clogged drains, but i am sure it was significant.
And thatz kinda the same way i feel about the recent recurrence of gar over the last few days.
Note 2 Self
Itz time to start hoarding porn... (in discrete unmarked files, on a standalone drive of untraceable ownership).
My Own Private Idaho
What I like about working as crazy as i am right now is that i don't have time to read or hear the news. Since being out in the woods a couple weeks ago (and out of reach of internet and cable news), i have begun to appreciate just not knowing what gnarliness the werld is getting up to of late.
Of course, some things seep thru regardless - the verdict of the scott peterson trial was reported to me on the phone via a vendor i was working with, and I heard about Colin Powell's resignation from a cow-erker before lunch today - still, i am happily, for the most part, insulated. And I plan to remain that way as long as i honestly can, because, truly, when i think about it, i care too much and it bugs me out. And I ain't got time for buggin out.
Steph says LGP looks ok in Firefox 1.0, and she's the artist so i should listen to her.
But my screenshot says "white trash funky"... Is it just the display settings on my computer? Is it just me, or does everyone see the banner/head of my blog hangin over the whole affair like an underused probiscus of unwieldy grey proprotion? And WTF happened to the left borders on the sidebar and the right borders on the content? They're accounted for in the stylesheet but something else overruns them.
Of course, the whole thing looks totally glam on IE 6.0. Wouldn't it figger.
Crtl-F
Today i was reading a real life book. One printed on dead trees, just
like the old days. I was looking up something specific, and the Index
told me to go to page 155. Which i did.
For a moment i was
stunned, trying to find the reference on page 155. And my first
response was to hit Ctrl-F to find the text on the page. When i
realized that in a dead tree book this is not possible.... Seriously,
it took me a moment or two to realize this.
I spend way too much time on the computer.
I Neutered My Blog
Ok, so i got the bright idea to experiment with the skins and stylesheets and somehow went and totally overwrote the Custom template ben had so carefully built for LGP. So here you have it.
Hopefully, (fingers, toes and eyeballs crossed)... ben has a back-up somewhere of my old template?
Update: Back to normal now thnx to ben's uberadmin-foo and speed. That'll teach me to try to make this page render nicely in Firefox and Safari. Still, ben says that i ain't learning anything if i ain't breaking it, so no promises - I just may get all jiggy wid it again in the future. But i think i will read up on style sheets and save all my template code in text files first, next time...
Whoa - did i just learn something?!?
FCKed
So back home, now. Sorry for the intermittent bloggage, but i was in the boonies on slow ass dial-up. And seriously, thatz no way to access the internets. Besides, itz not like therez much going on in my life that you want/need to hear about. Which is too bad, in some ways, since i got FCKed and all (btw, thank you, ben - i will need a cigarette now). 
And there really are too many cool groovy buttons to play with here on the FCKeditor, but i can't get to them right now... the Toshiba laptop from work has developed a HDD access issue, leading to consistent "kernel_data_inpage_error" and physical memory dump. And ever since psh gifted me this and the torque wrench i have just been waiting for such a chance to employ the 1.4 mm. Yes, yes, i know - the reason those little screws on the hardrive are so damn tiny and weird is to keep you from dickin with em. But hell, itz a rental!
Manifest Destination
So, well now we have it. Although the early years of my life were spent in the suffocating claustrophobic righteousness of small south and west texas rural communities, i wake up yesterday to realize that for the latter half of my life, i have actually been thoroughly insulated from that xenophobic fear-based reality. Living as i have in Austin (a lone blue county in a sea of red) and NYC (deep blue, so blue), it was easy to imagine that the fire and brimstone antiquation that announced myself and my entire extended alternative family as downright damned was a neglible element overall, not statistically significant, and easily moved away from. After all, i was able to evolve out and beyond all that, while they are still there, wallowing in their exponential dysfunction.
Why should i be suprised then? Nothing motivates g*d-fearing people like generic g*d-fear, and that's been plentiful in extremum for the last 4 years. We've got the old east-west eschatological quickening, and it seems FUKKIN LIBRUL i guess to ask for someone who will frikkin run the country for the good of the whole, as opposed to telling me what my values should be...
I'm not worried about hell, sweetie - it seems we're already well on our way there.
Arachnitis
So we're back from the hospital, which means i am now out in the country and mostly internet-less. Momz doing better, but we still don't know whatz gonna happen next until we see some doctors. Which, evidently in these instances, is a bit like getting in touch with the Oracle at Delphi. When you finally do see them, they make you wait, and then tell you things that don't make sense until much later.
More importantly, however, is the fact that my life is overrun with spiders. Seriously. I can count no less than a dozen specific spider encounters within the last 3 days. Both urban, suburban and rural. There's a small one in Shaun's bathroom. Therez the two big banana spiders that live in the tree next to mom's porch. Therez three more wolf spiders who've staked out the corners of aunt kellys deck. Not to mention the odd spider that i find crawling across the car windshield until i can get to the highway and blow itz creepy ass off into the ether.
And no one but me is bothered by this plethora of arachnoids.
Did i really spend half my life surrounded by these things? Was i once equally nonchalant? Or is this plague of eight legged freaks new?